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So I've uploaded a ton of stuff. Lots of it from ages ago, some of it not. I have new sketches but it'll be some time before they're done. I'm taking some time away from the computer soon for my health, and in a few weeks I'll be going off on holiday - so the influx of art is to make up for it...?

So yeah I had misgivings about the new Ratchet and Clank Movie. Still do, but I won't start ranting until I've actually see in. I outlined how I didn't like Ratchet's development being cut, but I'm willing to try out an 'alternate' story just as long as the creators don't make it the new canon like George Lucas did when he tore up Star Wars.
I checked out the game trailer, late I know, and I must say the graphics are breathtaking, especially on the metal surfaces, and on Clank. The gaming looks very smooth indeed, and I look forward to seeing its release.

I'd be even happier if The Cooper Creators gave me a new game, but noooo.
New things coming up of significance to me: Inside Out, Kung Fu Panda 3, Star Wars Rebels...

I hated the first few episodes of Start Wars Rebels. Hated it like I hated Ahsoka. But now I'm anxiously waiting for the premiere, as I didn't get to see it at its early release in a convention. Damn them lucky people with spare time and cash. The appearance of old Clone Wars folk into rebels had me grinning; Tarkin stole the show. But I warmed up to Ezra, who I tried to ignore, as well as the rest of his crew. I found them two-dimensional, but eventually I began seeing more. Same thing happened with Ahsoka. Same thing happened with Ratchet from Ratchet and Clank. Let's admit it, he was a little a**hole.

Inside Out, as a pixar fan since...forever, looks great. I have to say approaching the whole 'mental' thing nowadays where every behaviour has a 'label' and interpretation people's minds are so mainstream (and a lot of people are sensitive - don't jump and kill me, I'm being honest) about that kind of thing, its nice to see how Pixar will tackle it in a not-so-heavy but not completely light-hearted way. Because its Pixar - I believe they won't turn it into something totally light-hearted.


Kung Fu Panda 3's trailer will be out soon in english, but I'm irked its release got pushed back. Apparently development changed and the ideas for the villains changed to something less awesome according to someone I spoke to, but I'm keeping an open mind...


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Lifeforce Chapter: 54

"Beware the dark pool at the bottom of our hearts. In its icy, black depths dwell strange and twisted creatures it is best not to disturb."
Sue Grafton,I is for Innocent

Flurry of Colours

...

Tachyon made sure his throne was cleaned and repaired. The damage received was more than he'd thought, but it was easily dealt with. He felt an odd sense of content. Perhaps venting had helped his mood a little. The cruiser slowly removed itself from Kortog's atmosphere. He didn't intend to stick around for the demise of the orange maniac. He was nothing to the Keeper's son.

No. He'd let the rebels find his little gift, and drown in their sorrow.

"Sir, we've picked up some recorded messaging between some of the fallen resistance and those archaeologists."

Tachyon looked at the drophid speaking with a scowl, "How is this possible?"

"We took back the last sector of Kortog and drove off a lasting resistance." The drophid said, quickly, fiddling uncertainly with his claws. "The signature of the call matched the Asteroid Base we attacked."

"...Play it." This was odd. Those two were in no shape to chatter to rebels. Then it came to him: The robot. There had been three. Smacking a hand against his face, he grumbled to the oversight. Oh well – that robot probably didn't know much more than they did. It was no loss. Where he'd been these past few weeks was none of his concern.

The message began playing. Slightly damaged, and certainly not complete, for it began mid sentence.

"...and then that was the last we heard of 'im, any of the lombaxes."

"Gosh...and no one knows where they went?"

"Nope." The robotic voice of Canter the archaeologist said, sounding solemn, "We went to the planet. Found bodies – it's much worse than you soldiers realize."

"I think we can imagine. Tachyon has continued to try and outdo each horror he commits." The resistance solider muttered. "He killed anyone based on a look."

"Ickabar's giving him a run for his money now, at least. A glimmer of payback. Not that it makes me feel better."

Tachyon scowled at the name, bristling a little. The drophids avoided looking at him.

"I'm not surprised Tachyon would have his brother killed. But I was surprised to learn he'd even had one..."

"It gets worse, sonny. It always gets worse." Canter sighed, the sounds of shifting metal ringing out, as if they were working on something. "I like to think he died quickly after what happened."

"So you're sure he died...?"

"Yeah. Found the body. He died. Him, his wife and his child."

"Wait –"

Tachyon froze.

"Ickabar had children?"

"Yeah. Don't you resistance guys know anything about the story by now? I thought that lombax told you everything –"

"We haven't had contact from Ratchet..."

The message scrambled. Tachyon felt the strangest feeling he'd ever felt. Hollowness. Emptiness. Like he could feel...nothing. Not an urge to speak, to do anything, to think anything.

...

It does not matter. It was long ago. Any child of his would be no relation to me, He have no obligation to the fate of some filthy lombax brat. And yet he wondered – what it had looked like, a girl or a boy. Why? He scoffed at himself, feeling it was petty. He supposed he could rub it into the Keeper's son if he knew more. Make sure he knew that he felt nothing that telling him Ickabar had died had done nothing but give him joy. For it had. No, he'd felt nothing. Nothing for the runt that was causing him such trouble now, such frustration.

So what if he'd died, if the child died? He'd do it again. Ickabar had lied, betrayed him, leached off of him like a parasite unable to stand on his own two legs, dragging him back and keeping him in a world where he was nothing but a charity case.

It does not matter.

...

The purple lombax spat the blood for his lips to the side; a crude, rough gesture that he seemed all too familiar with. His left arm, scraggily and lean, so unlike Ratchet's or even Orange's, raised up to wipe his chin; even though it itself was drenched in red, as was his chest. The redness of his own blood clashed badly with his bruise-like fur, but he wiped at it as if it were raindrops.

His head turned, and his missing, ear became obvious. The shredded remains held a single black stripe, but none else. It made it appear...lopsided.

His sharp face pulled in a glare, the lombax turned his head to look the way he'd come; past the grind rail and towards the higher city. With a huff, he exhaled, his chest functioning eerily well despite it being crushed moments before. He let his arm drop to his side and took off in a sprint towards the grind rail – and the sudden dash finally snapped all of his observers out of their horrible trance.

"He just came back to life!"

Ratchet felt his body wince and he blinked to rid his eyes of their stinging dryness. His mind spun. He turned to the others, hands up, feeling beyond ready to vomit, "Did that just- did that just happen?"

"Perhaps we...saw it wrong...?" Clank sounded worried and unconvinced by his words, staring at the screen – Cronk and Zephyr flung their arms tighter around each other,

"Nyaaaa, it's the Zombie death beam!" Cronk pointed a trembling, clinking digit at the footage, just as the blue light blinked around the dark form again. Ratchet, for once, found the term he used accurate.

"That isn't a death beam. Quite the opposite." Trisby said vacantly. "That lombax is pumped full of Lifeforce."

"How...?" Clank breathed – for lack of a better term. Ratchet couldn't even begin to try to figure out how it happened.

"This – how can...it's..." He knew it actually wasn't jaw-droopingly shocking, yet at the same time it was. Who else could it have been behind that helmet? But if it was Ickabar's son, why didn't he approach them? Why did he help him then avoid him, saying nothing to him after all these years he'd spent cut off from other lombaxes...?
Ratchet felt a sting enter his chest, a hurt, almost betrayed sting.

"Why didn't he just say...? If it's been him the whole time...?" He muttered. Clank looked over his shoulder at Ratchet, pointedly ignoring Cronk and Zephyr's terrified, confused ramblings.

"...I am sure there is a reason, Ratchet...though I admit...something seems off about him." He looked back at the control panel and found Trisby was idly clicking the buttons as if she was using a TV remote; changing the screen so the surveillance video would follow the purple lombax in question. He'd leaped back up onto the grind rail, his look murderous indeed. Ratchet glanced back at the screen and felt disturbed. He'd seen Ickabar's face so many times in those memories and images – and now here was the exact same face, down to the last detail, the same colour in all the same places – and so it felt so wrong to see that bloodthirsty look on his face, cold and stoic...

It reminded him of Ace Hardlight.

"He's going after Orange." He murmured, as if it wasn't already obvious. Trisby was scowling thoughtfully. Ratchet ran his hands over his head, and he was alarmed to find them trembling.

"He was dead, too, if you want a clarification." Trisby said thickly, not looking at any of them, "It brought him back."

"...You say that like you expected it." Ratchet said, his voice beginning to tremble with his body. "Wait – could it...?"

"No, Ratchet. It cannot bring back just anyone you've lost." Trisby snapped, still not looking at him – Ratchet hadn't even had time for any hopeful thoughts to arise. He knew the Lifeforce could heal, but...

"This is what I was afraid of. This kind of thing isn't meant to happen...he's..." Trisby rubbed her face, turning away from them all now, completely. "This is bad."

"What? It saved him!" Ratchet flung up his hands. Trisby glared fiercely over his shoulder,

"Do you recall the Great Clock, Ratchet? How –"

He wouldn't find out just what came after 'how'. A screeching laugh had rang out from the footage – Orange's manic laughter. All heads turned to find that the purple lombax had caught up with him. They could see Orange gliding on his boots ahead of him still, cackling like he'd pranked someone and gotten away with it. The purple lombax's face twisted in a snarl.

"We need to get there now. He's pumping that stuff like a nuclear radiated battery." Trisby said, suddenly. She looked at Ratchet, her face oddly stricken.

"The Loki will find him in seconds. He must have been hiding his Lifeforce up till now, but Tachyon forced him into bringing up."

"They'll come for him?"

"Obviously!" Trisby threw something at him; Ratchet promptly ducked. "We have to get to him before Tachyon does! NOW!"

Ratchet flung himself into the pilot seat and booted up the hyperdrive. Instantly the white blur came into view, and he gripped the steering mechanisms and tried to calm himself. Okay, purple guy died, purple guy came back to life, is now radiating with Lifeforce, Tachyon's fleet will come down on our heads in seconds. What's not to love?

"Oh dear." Clank chipped. Ratchet forced himself to look at the screen.

Tachyon's minions' ships had appeared in the background of the newly started chase scene. Ratchet groaned loudly and began prepping the ship to near the atmosphere next. "We'll have to do a halo-jump to get through all of those."

"Ten fold, Rookie!" Zephyr murmured shakily, still trying to recover from what he'd just seen. No years in the Great War had prepared him for zombies. The planet Kortog came into view; swamped, utterly swamped by small minion ships. The Battleship that served as the villain's main base wasn't around; he idly wondered what the Loki was up to.

"Ratchet...?" Nevo's voice called from the transmitter. Ratchet almost jumped – he'd totally forgotten that the old tharpod as there.

"...Tell me you say what I saw, I don't think I can explain-"

"I saw." Nevo said, his voice hollow. "Frumpus ran off to look at his records once he'd composed himself – he hopes to find some...rational way of explaining this. But a hundred years ago I thought possession was mere fantasy." Ratchet chewed on his lips,

"Nevo, Dr Croid studied the Loki at one point – maybe he can tell us something if the Thora really are related."

"We'll see...until then you must make sure the Loki Master does not get his foul hands on your brethren." Nevo's voice was still shaky, and empty. Ratchet knew the feeling.

"We're nearing Kortog now."

"Frumpus and I plan to meet you soon so we can discuss our findings properly – let us know."

The transmission ended.

...

Frumpus had gone away half-muttering, half yelping about 'augmentation', 'vessels' and 'regenerative tissue'. It was his method of dealing with shock he supposed – take to the archives and notes. Nevo allowed his hand to slide away from the control panel, and try as he may he couldn't stop it from quivering. Dinkles was standing beside him, staring up at the screen. The purple lombax was still chasing the orange one, murderous as ever...Dinkles did not stop his wide-eyed stare. Nevo found himself wondering what the little creature was thinking.

Nevo was a technician, not a biologist like Frumpus. But it took no genius to see that this lombax was mutated. How and when was the question, and to what extent...?

He began re-hacking into the drophid surveillance to try and keep up with the two colourful lombax's movements. The sound wasn't able to reach them enough on the far-off ones...

Grumbling at a rather annoying firewall, Nevo bent his head and continued relentlessly. The technology stolen from the lombaxes was good, but by this point it was a little outdated. That's what you get for using technology that you do not know how to upgrade...

He hacked into the sound on the next camera.

"HAHAHAHHHAHA!"

"F*cking Orange!"

Nevo reeled back. The camera appeared right next to the lombax as he sped by on the grind rail – leaping off onto a building top to the left and sprinting after Orange. The menace was still hovering along on his boots, cackling like nobody's business.

"Leading me to Tachyon, can't even take me yourself!"

...

"I was wonderin' if he could talk." "That solves that mystery!"

...

The purple lombax dragged himself onto the next platform. His body was buzzing, his blood pumping, he felt like a rocket that had been tied to the launchpad, unable to move for far too long before release. His chest heaving, he looked upward, bearing his teeth. Orange finally let his hoverboots turn off and landed ahead of him on the suspended roads, kicking a lone stone out of his way with glee.

"Run all you want." He muttered through laboured breaths, getting to his feet. Orange looked back at him, grinning madly.

"I was wondering when you would show your 'true colours'. It's been so boring without your glowy self to lighten things up."

"Come of it!" He leaped over a parked hover-car as Orange blasted himself onto the next road. The purple lombax growled in frustration. He had no wrench, no weapons, and he was exposed –

Through his murderous rage, a cold, thick realization set in. Slowly, his running slowed to a walk. Then he halted. His single ear twitched.

Engines. He lifted his head. The metal suits of the drophids hopped into side, onto mezzanines and bridges overlooking his position. Slowly turning on his heel, he glared at the row surrounding him. He flexed his fingers.

"...Ah..." He rubbed his jaw, giving a rough scowl as he tried to settle his thoughts. Above the row of drophids a large, circular bot appeared; its design differing from the formers. The lombax scowled as he saw an optic twisted and focus on him, and he glowered defiantly right into its centre.

...

The Loki could do nothing but stare at the ruffian on the screen. Scarred, mangy, unnaturally coloured. His thoughts jumped to mutation, to other likely sources...but they faded away as he tried to wrap his head around what he'd witnessed.

The lombax before him had died. His throat crushed, bones broken – the brain should have failed at the lack of air...yet here he was. The possibilities ran through his mind; is this great secret the Thora had hidden? This amount of healing was unheard of. No nanotech or process had ever come close to re-igniting...life. Slowly, he leaned back against his throne, placing his paws together.

Of course the Thora would have been terrified of such a thing. They were terrified of the unnatural after all. The lombax's glare deepened and he turned to sprint away, now to evade the drophids rather than chase that orange maniac. The Loki chuckled. Adorable. In his state he was in no condition to get away – and once he was brought here, he'd be able to find out just how the Lifeforce had fused itself to him, and saved his wretched little life.

But the ability to cheat death...this was beyond any power he'd previously thought the Lifeforce held. He'd seen a battery; a raw, unkempt energy that couldn't be matched by any. This...this was so much more intriguing.

"Bring him back in one piece. I want there to be some Lifeforce left in him when he's brought to me." He ordered the minions via transmission. He didn't care if ordering drophids around meant he stepping on Tachyon's none existent toes-

His vision swayed. It came on him without warning; he felt a surreal dizzy sensation, and for a quick second of panic he thought he was about to slip a little from his host- but an image appeared in his mind instead. A cool blue laboratory, covered in pinned-up notes and papers; all tied with red strings – the eyes he saw through staring up at a screen displaying the very same lombax...

"Nevo, I may have something-!"

"Really?!"

His mind focussed once more and he found his senses return to him with a 'pop'. The Loki groaned, feeling almost motion sick. What in the world...?

Then it clicked. He scowled.

It was possible...

"That little runt..."

...

Dinkles couldn't stop staring at the lombax. He didn't know why. He felt tense, worried, scared. But of what? He did not know. Maybe it was the light. So pretty and bright, but at the same time...so not right. His instincts screamed that it just shouldn't be there. Or anywhere.

His little paws felt cold, and his chest felt tight. He could hear Nevo and Dr Croid muttering away urgently – he ought to listen, but he couldn't. He wanted so desperately to explain to them that what they saw was incredibly bad...but how could he, when he didn't know why? When he didn't know how to explain it himself?

The drophids where going after them. Dinkles gave a little exhale of worry.

...

The purple lombax burst through the back door of some high-up building; what function it held he didn't care. A green stun blast sped past his shredded ear and he banked to the right, growling through his teeth. His pocket began buzzing, and for some reason it answered itself rather than let him.

"Ooooh, Peeercy." Orange's nutty voice called out to him.

He tried to pretend he hadn't heard that. He ignored him, not answering, instead kicking in a glass window and leaping onto the road outside. Orange wasn't deterred.

"You know those fish men are closing in. I'm surprised you haven't gone all glowy to stop them. But that's not the biggest thing you're missing right now-"

An imperial cruiser appeared right alongside the high road he was gone. The purple lombax leaped upwards with his gravity boots to evade it – and it shot a blast at the foundation of the building he'd landed on. The ground beneath him began to crumble. Stumbling, the lombax sprinted along and saw that the next building along was too far to jump.

Aw, Orvus on a runaway trolley f*ck-

The rooftop beneath his feet gave away just as he ran to the wall next to the building; kicking his legs up he ran along it – just reaching the other side before he slipped and stumbled. Unaware that he had an audience gaping at the move he'd just managed.

Another stun blast hit the ground beside him. He stared. Stun...?

His lip curled upward despite himself.

He broke off in another run, feeling the hot air of more shots flying by his moving body.

...

Tachyon hadn't managed to get a word in edgeways. He'd killed the runt. Then left. Everything was running smoothly, he was returning to the main Battleship. And then everything went pear shaped. His communications, surveillance, any contact he'd had with his ground forces had been scrambled and blocked. He was getting so flustered that he'd even considered asking the Loki – but he wouldn't bring himself to stoop that low.

"I want those surveillance bots back online!" He screeched at the ducking minions in front of him. He slammed his fist down on his throne, causing each of them to jump. "This is unacceptable! Who could have managed to do this so easily?!"

"The signature is completely different from any of the Polaris' Defence Force, sir – it must be someone else!" A drophid yelped in horror. Tachyon bucked the hand of the throne at him – smacking him away into the wall.

"Urgh!"

He slumped down where he was. Of all the setbacks, he had a computer problem in his way now. Rubbing his temples, he glared at the static screens around the ship's interior, trying to keep his temper down. Then, an image flickered into view – gone in an instant. He straightened up.

"Sir, we're beginning to find the signal to our cameras again – we just need to toggle the..." The images came back online all at once with a twisting 'flick'. The Emperor sat up and flexed his fingers, looking ahead at the stars.

"Excellent. Locate that orange buffoon and see if the rebels have-"

"S-sir..."

Tachyon suddenly realized that everything had gone quiet in the ship. He glared down at the drophid that spoke; its body blocking the camera feed from his view. His look alone demanded that he get on with what he was saying. The fish quivered in its tank.

"...You...you may want to..." He pointed up at one of the screens hanging overhead. Tachyon felt himself stiffen, and looked upward.

He felt as though his insides had frozen.

He watched the lombax rise off the ground and his joints snap back into place.

He watched him stand, ignited in blue, and tug the crumbling helmet from his face.

It felt unreal. Staring at the face he'd never thought he'd see again. The face that looked so much like him, yet with an expression that simply didn't suit it. A shredded ear. It couldn't be.

But it was. Tachyon's hands curled into a fist; leaving claw marks on the surface of his sceptre. His body shook with it, the horribly uncomfortable twist in his chest, and the fury. How dare he.

Unwanted memories, thoughts – buried so long ago where trying to prod their way to his mind. He pushed them down, the discomfort in him unbearable. He felt invaded, insulted – he wouldn't let this go by him. Not a chance.

"Get him." He hissed, staring at the screen. The drophids shuddered. Tachyon's head turned to them with a snap,

"GET HIM! BRING HIM TO ME NOW!"

Ratchet and Clank: Lifeforce Chapter 54
Sorry if the first part seems rushed. There was a major scene I didn't include...forgot to woave it in. I'll be travelling tommorow and won't be online for the next week and half-ish, So enjoy the chapter, hope its enjoyable :)


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Updated Ratchet and Clank: Lifeforce Cover by What-if-Writer
Updated Ratchet and Clank: Lifeforce Cover
Update- fixed some colouring and the missing lines, makes it neater.

This turned out pretty good compared to my original plan~ So here's something new. I decided to update the cover for that fanfiction that I both love and hate writing.

Chapter 1: what-if-writer.deviantart.com/…

The writing is a little outdated as is the cover art, I did start this over a year and a half ago but its not unreadable like my earliest fanfics, and it does pick up later. I did edit the first few chapters with more detail to match the more recent chapter's style. There's no giant change, it just gets a little more descriptive later on.


The two spirits circling each other are the Loki and the Thora. I'm glad with these colours; I made the image as large as possible to avoid bad texture and pixilation.
So the idea of tis Avatar; The last Airbender, during Aang's talk with the spirit Ko. He describes Tui and La, the moon and ocean spirits.

'Tui and La have always circled each other in an internal dance. Push and pull, life and death, good and evil, Ying and Yang..."
I may update this with improvements.
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Felix and Moon by What-if-Writer
Felix and Moon

Have a dose of my childhood.

Oh look, something interesting, no teapots!

This had an odd little story behind it. When I was a little kid I made up a story about a fairy and a blue pixie (they where different races in that story and there was prejudice and everything) but in the first story he was just her wacky friend. Then in the next he grew jealous of her attention to a fairy guy, and though I never completed this odd little drama, I always felt he’d fallen in love with her. And here they are ten odd years later.
Felix the pixie, Moon the fairy.

The physical image has an odd story, too. I began with just paint; limited amounts of white. The watercolours that I had didn't work well with the canvas and it ended up looking pretty bad. So I went over their fairy figures with pen to outline them, used chalk and charcoal for the stars/planets/fireflies? and highlights. Its all a blend of paint, pen and chalk.
You know what happens if you use this.

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So I've uploaded a ton of stuff. Lots of it from ages ago, some of it not. I have new sketches but it'll be some time before they're done. I'm taking some time away from the computer soon for my health, and in a few weeks I'll be going off on holiday - so the influx of art is to make up for it...?

So yeah I had misgivings about the new Ratchet and Clank Movie. Still do, but I won't start ranting until I've actually see in. I outlined how I didn't like Ratchet's development being cut, but I'm willing to try out an 'alternate' story just as long as the creators don't make it the new canon like George Lucas did when he tore up Star Wars.
I checked out the game trailer, late I know, and I must say the graphics are breathtaking, especially on the metal surfaces, and on Clank. The gaming looks very smooth indeed, and I look forward to seeing its release.

I'd be even happier if The Cooper Creators gave me a new game, but noooo.
New things coming up of significance to me: Inside Out, Kung Fu Panda 3, Star Wars Rebels...

I hated the first few episodes of Start Wars Rebels. Hated it like I hated Ahsoka. But now I'm anxiously waiting for the premiere, as I didn't get to see it at its early release in a convention. Damn them lucky people with spare time and cash. The appearance of old Clone Wars folk into rebels had me grinning; Tarkin stole the show. But I warmed up to Ezra, who I tried to ignore, as well as the rest of his crew. I found them two-dimensional, but eventually I began seeing more. Same thing happened with Ahsoka. Same thing happened with Ratchet from Ratchet and Clank. Let's admit it, he was a little a**hole.

Inside Out, as a pixar fan since...forever, looks great. I have to say approaching the whole 'mental' thing nowadays where every behaviour has a 'label' and interpretation people's minds are so mainstream (and a lot of people are sensitive - don't jump and kill me, I'm being honest) about that kind of thing, its nice to see how Pixar will tackle it in a not-so-heavy but not completely light-hearted way. Because its Pixar - I believe they won't turn it into something totally light-hearted.


Kung Fu Panda 3's trailer will be out soon in english, but I'm irked its release got pushed back. Apparently development changed and the ideas for the villains changed to something less awesome according to someone I spoke to, but I'm keeping an open mind...


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Lifeforce Chapter 53

"The truth." Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution."
J.K. Rowling,Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

The Mischievous Brother of Thor

Through the ocean of darkness, a soft sound carried through the thickness. Like a bell above water, at first it was muted and muffled. It was hard to make out. His ears strained to hear it. Yet at the same time, he was afraid, and wished that if he did hear it, it would be further away...

But it wasn't. It was closer now, and he could make it out. Muffled laughter. Not the child's scream he'd heard in these dreams again and again, this time it was laughter...

Suddenly it broke through, though it was flanked by distorted echoes. The small, soft chuckle of a child. Then, after a pause, another laugh came towards him – jarring him. A deeper voice, a man's voice, a snicker.

...

Ratchet jerked from his sleep, startling Clank awake. The robot had bonked his head against the side of the seat. Ratchet had fallen asleep sideways on the chair; leaning against the back of the seat from the side, his legs dangling over the arm rest. Cronk was minding the steering, humming quietly to himself, as Zephyr poked the Disc on the shoulder-belt curiously. Currently powering their ship, the little disc had not lost any of its light. Ratchet rubbed his chin, groggily wondering just how long that tiny bit of Lifeforce would last...

"Ratchet...?" He blinked groggily. He looked over his shoulder and found Clank looking at him, blinking back at him.

"Oh- sorry, Pal. You okay?"

"I am fine...Did you have another vision?" Ratchet almost felt awkward that Clank was so blatant, but then again, he had seen little pink Zoni fluttering around his visions. Ratchet wished all he'd seen where friendly little creatures, not giggling crazy –

"...There was a voice. First a kid's...then a guy's." He said quietly, knowing Zephyr and Cronk would flip their lids at 'ghosty visions' and begin pointing their weapons at some unseen enemy. Clank frowned thoughtfully,

"Hmm...Was it a voice we know?"

"...I think I heard the kid's voice before. But...it wasn't...laughing..." His stomach gave a horrible twist as he remembered. Clank tilted his head.

"...What...?"

"Screaming. I'd hear this kid screaming...but now he was laughing. Crazy, huh?" He forced a laugh. Clank shook his head slowly,

"We cannot ignore these, Ratchet. My visions aided me on my way. Perhaps these more vague messages will do the same."

"I dunno if what's in the Lifeforce are as trustworthy as the Zoni, Clank." Ratchet admitted, rubbing the side of his face. "That reminds me...I didn't mention something else."

Clank blinked, but remained interested, "What is it, Ratchet?"

"...Whenever I was...dreaming, or seeing these things...sometimes I'd see something that looked like a Thora hovering around. Whenever it did it was closer...and things got colder..." He murmured, avoiding Clank's gaze. "Ickabar's notes mentioned something dangerous in the Lifeforce, and I'm beginning to think this is it..."

"Hmm...If it is a Thora, perhaps it is helpful." Clank said, but then stopped – "But...did IRIS not say all of them where...gone...?"

"Ghosties!" Cronk suddenly yelped. Zephyr, raised his arms, looking around in slight unease,

"Ghosts of Ghosties!"

"Guys!" Ratchet waved his arms at them, "Calm down, there's nothing in here!" But Zephyr's worried words rang through his head like a gong, again and again. Ghosts of Ghosts...

No. When things died, they were dead. These visions where just...like downloaded date, recorded. But then what did he think was in the Lifeforce...?

He sighed, "I don't know what it is, Clank..."

"So far it has led us right." Clank said, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Even if its motives are not as pure as ours, it obviously does not want the villains to succeed in using the Lifeforce for their evil ways..."

Ratchet glanced sideways, for some reason, finding himself looking at Trisby. At the back of the ship by the window, her eyes closed, breathing steadily as the nanotech aided her wound. Trust the untrustworthy...

"I guess we'll have to." He muttered, "But the voice...I still don't know what it means." And he didn't want to.

"That ghostie mojo is messin' with all your heads." Cronk scoffed.

...

Orange leaped from the grind rail with a cackle, flipping over a startled hover-car. Meters behind him came his armoured chaser, landing on top of the now spinning hover car and kicking off it like a gymnast from a spring board. Orange pulled out a rod from his coat, flipping a switch – and it igniting with a buzz of electricity. Above him the other lombax lifted his wrench and brought it down full force, hitting against the rod. A burst of light whipped into the air, and Orange flung himself back – miraculously stretching out a hand and back-flipping onto the skyscraper below.

The armoured lombax had a far less graceful landing – he toppled down through a few rows of speeding traffic before his wrench hit against another building – and began scraping down it like a nail on chalkboard to slow his fall onto the suspended road below. Sparks flew out from both sides, showering bystanders below and sending them running.

The metal-covered lombax landed on the road below and began sprinting towards the building opposite, Orange grinning down at him for a second before taking off again; leaping to the next building. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the tell-tale colours of Tachyon's cruisers...

His grin broadened and he tossed a look over his shoulder. The other lombax had scaled the higher building behind him with his boots and was at level with him again, not too far behind.

Hee.

..

"Incoming transmission from: Nevo Binklemire."

"Who the heck is this binkie?" Cronk called, throwing a creaking arm into the air. Clank and Ratchet shared a bemused look before hurrying over to the controls. Trisby lifting her head from her chest and rose a brow, "The tharpods...?"

Ratchet hit 'accept,' "Nevo?"

"Ratchet the lombax?" A hasty, husky voice called over – sounding out of breath and panicked. Ratchet looked at Clank again once more, shrugging,

"Uh, yeah...why are you calling us? How did you-"

"There is no time, you must get to Kortog – there's no way Frumpus and I will make it in time!"

His worry flew from the transmitter and right into Ratchet's chest, "Kortog? Why – what's going on?"

"The lombax in the armour – he is being led by that criminal into what we are sure is a trap – Tachyon's forces have just landed in the very same sector of the very same city that they are in!" The tharpod said in a rush. Ratchet felt his body go cold.

"He can handle it, right...? He got away from Tachyon before..." He tried to reassure himself but failed. Clank shook his head urgently,

"He was undercover, I believe – Ratchet, we must help him!"

"If we boost the hover-drive we could maybe get there..." Zephyr mumbled. Dr Croid not-so-insane-anymore voice rang out next,

"By the looks of it our friend here doesn't realize that tyrant is on the planet, Ratchet – you must find a way to warn him at least!"

Ratchet nodded, though he had no idea how. "Okay – we're gonna go into hyper-drive and try to find him."

"I'll try to scramble the drophid communications, but it'll only buy us a little time!" Nevo replied, sounding more serious than panicked, at least, "Make it count...!"

...

The armoured lombax skidded to a halt. In front of the building he was currently on was an intersection; various rows of suspending roads crossing over each other in a confusing jumble. Breathing in and out steadily to catch his breath, he searched for a trace of orange, his grip on his wrench strengthening. Then he saw him – Orange has hover-blasted himself onto the highest road. He was aiming high per usual.

Scowling beneath his mask, he activating his gravity boots and leaped upwards, kicking off the first road to the next. He reached out and gripped the side of the metallic surface and dragged himself up, breaking into a sprint. Orange looked over his shoulder and flashed a grin, leaping onto yet another grind rail, incredibly high off the ground.

Huffing, he quickened his pace. But his legs where aching now after so much running, and he detected a stitch threatening to pull in his side.

He leaped onto the rail, wobbling a little. Orange was not that far ahead now. Shaking his head to rid it of its grogginess, he focused on his target.

They slid along, Orange no longer glancing back at him. He was idly wondering if he could gravity-boost the rest of the distance when he saw the end of the rail – a dead end over a pretty high drop.

The ending point was directly over what looked like a dock for various ships, no space port, but perhaps just a regular parking lot for larger hover-cars. It was a broad building in the shadow of many taller ones...it was like a dip in the city.

He expected Orange to leap down, and he seemed ready to do so – his back bent, his head bent towards that target...but then suddenly he activated his hoverboots and lifted higher, much higher than regular boots would allow, into the air. The armoured lombax raised his head, surprised.

Orange hovered where he was, going back the way he came and passing his foe – flashing a menacing grin. He laughed loudly, waving meanly down at him – looking...smug.

The armoured lombax turned his head and leaped from the grind rail. His boots allowed him to jump, not hover in mid-air like that. He fell down towards the parking lot beneath him, activating said boots at the last moment to break his fall. His body ached with exhaustion at this point, but he felt a twinge of worry over it all. Landing in a crouch, he peered around the very, very empty dock around him.

"..."

Something big and heavy landed directly in front of him with a slam. The ground jumped beneath him, and he barely managed to stand from the shake of the force. He strained his neck and stepped back, staring up at the cragmite in front of him. Tachyon was right in front of him, the shadow of his throne cast over him, blocking out the sunny sky above.

The lombax's fingers curled against his palms and he paced backwards, slowly. Tachyon's face split into a sickly grin and the throne began advancing towards him, heavy stomps rippling through the ground to the soles of the lombax's feet, in sync with the pounding pulse of his heart, exhausted from running...

But inside, below the mask and hidden gaze, blossomed something red, hot and burning. As searing as the hate the cragmite felt right now.

...it had been...long...

His shoulders hunched and he pulled his wrench from his back. Tachyon cackled lowly, "It has been far too long since I had this pleasure, you mute delinquent – you where foolish to show yourself so boldly..."

His taunt earned no response. The lombax said nothing, knees bent, waiting. Tachyon's smile faded and he sneered. No more waiting this time.

The throne threw out two rounds of homing missiles; the lombax leaped back and threw his wrench to intercept one; side-stepping the other at the last second so it hit the ground. It distracted him for a moment – and from the corner of his eye he saw the arm of the throne snaking out to catch his leg.

He swung his wrench, smacking it back. He leaped onto it, next, running out up it like a mad little spider. Tachyon's eyes bulged in fury, but it melted into a smirk – the lombax felt annoyances, lifting his wrench to hit the insect – but then the arm gave a jolt, sending him flying upwards.

He kicked his leg out to twist his body around, to steady himself – but he wasn't quick enough. He felt the metal hand seize his ankle and slam him downwards.

The lombax's back hit the ground with a crunch. He could feel his armour denting. Snapping out of it, he kicked with his free leg and hit against the hand with his wrench, only for Tachyon to growl and throw him with all the throne's might at the ground a few meters away.

He collided awkwardly, tumbling and turning as he rolled across the hard surface. He felt his arms twist and his legs tangle. For a second, his body was numb from the smack against the floor.

The throne materialized right beside him next. He lifted his head and rolled; the foot that had tried to slam down on him missed him by a millisecond. Tachyon gave a frustrated bellow and both arms came from him from both in front and behind – the lombax ducked and banked under the throne, tossing his wrench up at the back of the cragmite's head-

A shield flickered into sight, causing the wrench to fly back at him. The weary lombax didn't have time to dodge his own wrench – it struck him in the chest.

He stumbled back, winded. Tachyon giving a grating laugh, "Pathetic whelp!"

The throne kicked him, this time hitting him full force. He felt his already aching body jerk and something in his chest break. A rib.

He landed with a flop, a heavy pulsed pounding in his head. He heard the stomp of the throne and the jolt of alarm allowed him to reached out and push himself onto his knees, his helmet looking towards the throne. Tachyon's smug smile greeted him next.

"..." He stood, flexing his fingers. No wrench. He sprinted forward. Tachyon fired a laser beam his way; he dodged it easily, avoiding the next one with a little less ease. The metal hand came at him again, and he ducked, grabbing onto the forearm and swinging upward, kicking the throne with both legs – it tipped back just a hint, nowhere near enough to top it. Tachyon gritted his teeth and swatted at him with the other arm.

The lombax let go and dove beneath the throne again, scooping up his fallen wrench. Tachyon's throne de-materialised and re-appeared in front of him again. The lombax gave a huff and swung his wrench at the arm of the throne now – if he couldn't hit the insect he could take down his-

He slipped backwards and hit the ground. The other throne's arm had slinked beneath him and grabbed his leg, catching him off guard. He was lifted awards, not tossed, and he swung an arm around at the cragmite as he was brought high – missing badly.

The other fist punched him directly in his damaged chest. He jolted, the pain freezing him – and next he felt himself being swung downwards and into the ground, but not released. His leg landed against the ground at a bad angle and he felt it snap –

He bit down hard on his lip, his body curling up a little. Tachyon chortled quietly to himself before swinging the lombax again, onto his side – his shoulder hit the floor with a crack.

The lombax's head swam. He was so tired, and his body felt so heavy...

His helmet had cracked. A small piece of the metal fell away, and his eye saw through, groggy in the sunlight.

His own breathing filled up the inside of his helmet, husky. "..."

The lombax gagged. The hand of the throne had seized him around the neck, dragging him off the ground and into the air. Slowly the grip tightened. He lifted his sore arms to pry at its hold or at the very least support himself – but it didn't help.

Tachyon brought him up at eye-level. He had expected more, but no amount of prolonged pounding of the runt could make him feel anymore satisfaction. He could see one of his eyes through the small hole in the helmet, not its colour – but the reflective surface of a pupil, staring groggily yet wide-eyed at him. It was a look he'd seen often. His lips curled into a smirk.

"Any last words, lombax?" He loosed his grip a fraction, his fingers longing to clench the hand for good and crush the runt's throat. The crack in the helmet travelled a little further down the mask.

"...list..."

Tachyon's eyes narrowed and he brought the near-limp lombax closer, glaring down at him. "What?"

"...N'e...vermin..."

He saw the light in the dark hollow of the helmet fail. Tachyon pulled on the controls, and the hand clenched. An audible snap followed, and the body of the lombax went completely limp. Had he been dying anyway, Tachyon did not care – he didn't wish for the chance to finish him to be stolen from him. He felt his blood rushing from victory, yet he didn't feel like laughing loudly as he would have done. He felt...content. He knew what this would bring...and how easy it was.

He dropped the body, letting it fall on its side with a soft flop. He began stalking away on his throne, but stopped, looking back over his shoulder at it one last time. It did not move.

Slowly, and quietly, he let out a final chuckle before moving along.

...

Nevo and Frumpus gripped each other's arms, not hugging, not apart, staring at the screen. They where numb, frozen, staring. The seconds ticked by, growing to minutes of nothingness, no thought or movement, as Tachyon returned to one of his cruisers and left with his minions. Minutes to moments as he left the planet, leaving nothing but the broken form upon the high building top.

...

The humming of the engine was all that could be heard. Ratchet stared at the transmitting screen, unable to think, to feel, to breath. Cronk and Zephyr's heads where bent. Trisby watched the screen in silence, a slow, steady sigh escaping her. Clank looked down at his hands, fingers curled against his palms tight.

He closed his eyes. Ratchet's ears drooped. "..."

Flicker.

...

All eyes, from both places, snapped back to the screen. Where he lay, alone on the rooftop, the body was still. The light came again, cool and pale, blue and quick – flickering for a moment, then vanishing.

Again.

Flicker.

Flicker...

The light flashed up, and stayed – clumsily hovering around the body like an unkempt electric wire. Then it steadied, the light's intensity strengthened into a buzz, growing brighter and engulfing the space the body lady.

With a grotesque snap the leg cracked back into place; the shoulder next. The ribs in the chest slid back into place; and it lurched upward with a shaky breath.

The body lifted, not by any action of its own, but as if it was being gripped by something they could not see; its arms dangling, legs straggling across the ground, dipped backwards like a ragdoll...then it tipped forward, arms swinging – and the lombax's head lifted. His legs slowly found their ground, pushing up to regain his stance.

He stood, hunched, bent, but standing. His shaky, broken-armoured arm lifted towards his bent head and tugged, the other arm next.

The armour around his chest and his neck was falling away; breaking off like eggshell and clattering to the ground in little crinkles. Ratchet's bulging eyes saw scarring, a scraggly fur, his mind unable to focus because how was this possible what the heck is going on what –

Cronk and Zephyr gripped each other in terror; Nevo and Frumpus gripped each other in terror. Clank's jaw hung open and Trisby's glare deepened, her eyes wider than they had ever been and Ratchet's heavy shudder unable to make him stop looking –

The last of the chest armour felt to the ground; a sharp, lean body, almost too thin but unbroken, was left – the metal on the arms began to fall away as the lombax struggled to pry his helmet off, the metal falling away from his eyes completely...

He pulled the helmet off and tossed it aside, his body heaving in a gasp of relief. His head bent once more, shoulders hunched, legs grounded into the floor, arms hanging by his sides like a feral beast. Each breath was laboured. Each breath. Breath.

Ratchet felt his chest pull and his stomach flip.

The lombax's face stared ahead at nothing, glaring fiercely at nothing, his look scathing and burning...a sharp face...a purple face...with pale, ghostly eyes, pale and icy like the light pulsing around him.

Percival Locksher.


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